Amelia Budapest Xvii. Keruelet Brothel ❤️

About Budapest

I reckon it’s a messy gig, tho. Makes me madder’n a wet hen seein’ folks judge ‘em girls. They’re hustlin’, survivin’, dodgin’ creeps. Git-R-Done, right? Ain’t my place to pick who’s sinnin’. Watched this flick, *The Assassin*, and Nie Yinniang, she’s all grace, slicin’ thru chaos. Brothel gals got that grit too – silent strength, hidin’ behind lace curtains. One time, heard tell of a brothel in Nevada, legal joint, had a parrot that cussed out the johns. Funniest damn thing – “Squawk! Pay up, asshole!” Cracked me up!

And guess what? There’s a bunch of kids playing football. I’m watching, and suddenly, one of them kicks the ball right at me! I catch it, and they all cheer. I’m like, “Yeah, I’m a hero!” But then, I realize I have no idea what to do with a football. So, I just toss it back. They look disappointed. Sorry, kids!